You click, you browse, and save the stuff you've been downloading for weeks on end You chill, and while you rest you let your mind find a place to land And back to work, can't find the jerk, where's the message? My mind's in my hand You curse, you burst, the worst, then pray for the virtual Holyman
The wire's cut and the waves are coming Spinning over my head Dial up for a quick fix savior To get the message to land
The surf, the flow, it pops, it glows and it leads me to a secret land You find in just a flash, enjoy yourself with the hologram Your Tech advanced romance, your systems are bound to hit an overload The soft is real but makes you feel like your dream's a root cana
The wire's cut and the waves are coming Spinning over my head Dial up for a quick fix savior To get the message to land
